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Prair (08/28/2011)
My child.
My one and only.
Your edges are mine.
Your innocence plays at this old leather face in the wind.
My heartbeat; the engine for the rudder made of skin stretched too tight on me.
For you, it's a perfect fit. It's perfect music.
Your hand fits in my hand, marrow in my core.
I go soft and hollow for you, malleable to your presence.
We are humble warm eyes, meeting for the first...
Tuesday 16th December 2014 3:48 pm
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